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Punishment
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Critic flopped back onto Sci-fi Guy’s bed as he let out a sigh of relief. He had managed to get through a Star Trek movie review with one of the most nitpicky Star Trek fans he knew. Granted if he knew that Linkara wasn’t going to be that bad he would’ve invited him to do the other ones but five movies would be a bit much. And he couldn’t have that much annoying yammering in one video let alone five in a row.
“Hey Sci-fi Guy? Thanks for letting me hide out here,” Critic started, looking up at the blond reviewer. “I know that this probably wasn’t how you wanted to spend your afternoon but I appreciate you helping my scared ass out.”
“No problem Critic,” Sci-Fi Guy replied as he handed Critic a cup of coffee. “But are you sure that you’re going to be okay?”
“What do you mean?” Critic blinked as the taller man sat on the bed.
“Well, Linkara is REALLY into what he likes and if he finds out that you didn’t invite him for a Star Trek month?” The long-haired man shivered in response. “I’d hate to see what he does to you.”
Critic rolled his eyes as he scoffed. “Come on man. It’s Linkara. The dude is basically a puppy among all of us,” Critic reassured him as he took a swig of coffee. “What could he do to me?”
“You realize that wasn’t a green screen he was standing in front of, right?” Sci-Fi told him.
Before Critic could comprehend what his friend had said, a beam of light caused him to disappear into thin air.
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Critic found himself inside of Comicron One. “What the hell?!” he gasped as he dropped his coffee. “Oh shit!” he cursed as he tried to clean the coffee off of the bridge floor. The last thing he wanted was to make Linkara even more pissed off at him than he already was. He had to find a way out of here before—
“Hello Critic…”
Critic froze as he slowly glanced up at the imposing figure above him. “L-Linkara! Uh…hi?” Critic tried with a weak smile. Linkara’s unamused face told him this wasn’t just a social call. “Look, I’m really sorry about not inviting you to do this with me b-but I wouldn’t want you to get overworked with your show so…can we call the last review square?” Critic stammered, praying that Linkara would show him mercy.
“Come with me,” Linkara told him.
Critic gulped but nodded as he followed the shorter man through the corridors of the ship. He felt sick to his stomach. If Linkara was pissed at him, he was royally screwed. “W-What about the c-coffee?” Critic asked, hoping he could just clean that up as punishment.
“The cybermats will take care of that,” Linkara told him promptly before reaching a door. He unlocked it before pushing it open. “Inside,” Linkara ordered, glancing as Critic scampered past him.
Critic looked around as he saw that he was in a private office. It had a camera stashed in the corner, bookshelves filled with various comics, and a large desk. Behind that, a giant window that gave a good look out into space. If he wasn’t so terrified, he would’ve asked if he could hang out here sometimes.
“Have a seat,” Linkara gestured to the chair in front of the desk. Critic nodded as he moved to sit in it quickly before he could make Linkara any angrier. Linkara slowly moved to sit in his own plush office chair before staring Critic down. He glared at the older man before speaking to him. “Do you know why I brought you up here?” Linkara questioned.
“Because you’re pissed that I didn’t think about inviting you for my Star Trek month?” Critic tried.
“That is irritating but there is another reason.” Critic gave him a confused look before he flinched at the sound of Linkara smacking the top of the desk with his hand. “You have a very annoying habit of not asking for help when you need it. I can understand wanting to be independent and doing things on your own but you don’t always have to be so damn stubborn!” Linkara scolded.
“I-I don’t need everyone to baby me! I’m in my 30s for goodness sake!” Critic shot back.
“And without help, you’ve had TWO lists of your mistakes that Douchey has gleefully had over your head in the times you’ve been doing this!” Linkara shot back.
“So what?! I screw up all the time! It’s better that I’m getting all the blame so no one else has to!” Critic retorted.
Linkara frowned, causing Critic to shrink back in his chair. He let out a deep sigh before standing up. “I’ll be right back Critic. While I’m gone, I want you to lean against my desk with your pants and boxers down,” Linkara instructed.
Critic was about to protest but a harsh glare shut him up. When Linkara left the room, Critic began to fiddle with his belt as he pondered what was going to happen. He wasn’t unfamiliar with this sort of situation but this was going to be the first time it was strictly for punishment, not pleasure. And he doubted Linkara was in the mood for a good fuck.
He sighed as he pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. It’d probably be in his best interest not to tick him off any more than he has. He quietly moved into the position Linkara ordered him to and waited.
After some time, Linkara returned as he saw Critic in the proper position with his knees shaking. “Oh good. You made this a lot easier for me,” Linkara mused as he moved over to his friend. “I’m planning to hit you 20 times or until you’ve learned your lesson. Do we have an understanding?” he asked him.
Critic glanced at the belt in Linkara’s hand before nodding meekly. He wondered when it would start before he felt the sting of the leather belt strike across his ass. He hissed before letting out a weak “One…”
The strikes against his ass kept going at a steady rate. He usually had a good pain tolerance but this was pushing it. Of all the ways to be spanked, beltings were his least favorite.
“Now…do you know why I’m doing this?” Linkara asked.
“Because you’re an asshole?” Critic muttered, regretting it instantly when Linkara struck him particularly hard.
“No! Because you need to learn to accept help when you need it!” Linkara scolded. “Look, I get wanting to do things on your own but you can’t rely on just yourself. You need to have faith in the people who care about you.”
“B-But…you guys already deal with enough crap…you don’t need me to make your lives more of a living hell…” Critic mumbled.
Linkara’s eye twitched before striking Critic some more, this time more harshly. “I never want to hear you say that again!” the comic book reviewer shouted with each hit. “You may be an asshole sometimes and those adventures you take us on can be tiring but do you know why we go through it all?” Linkara questioned. At Critic’s silence he continued speaking in a softer tone. “Because you’ve brought us together man. Some of the best friends I’ve made were because you inspired me to review and have the opportunity to meet all of them…that includes you too.”
Critic could feel his eyes welling up as he felt some tears dripping onto the desk. He could be a bit of an egomaniac and a control-freak but deep down…he loved his friends. “I-I’m sorry…” Critic hiccuped, feeling so much of the stress he’s had over the past few weeks melt away.
“It’s okay Critic…” Linkara whispered as he rubbed his friend’s back. “I completely understand where you’re coming from but you can’t let yourself get sucked into your own head, alright?” Critic nodded slowly, satisfying Linkara enough to put the belt down. “I think you’ve suffered enough. But I don’t want you to think that you can’t call on us for help if you need it, okay?” Linkara told him.
Critic got up and wiped his eyes. “I’ll remember that…” Critic nodded.
“Good. Oh! I brought you a little something,” Linkara smiled before handing a container to Critic. “That balm will ease the pain on your butt fairly quickly. It’ll still be tender but Ninja Style Dancer swears it’ll work wonders for the immediate pain.”
With that, Linkara left the office again to give Critic some time to collect himself before sending him back down to Sci-Fi Guy’s hotel room. He already had an idea for a future Star Trek collaboration running in his head.
Critic let out a deep sigh before opening the container. He’d rarely admit it to anyone but sometimes he needed a good kick in the ass to get his head on straight. He smirked as he began rubbing the substance on his pained rear.
He knew he needed to be taught a lesson and he was lucky Linkara was a good enough friend to teach him that.